Notes: I apologize for the delay of chapter updation. This only happened because technology is NOT perfect, as much as I want it to be, and I have some good news for you! Since I'm back in school and therefore I want all the opportunities I can get to procrastinate, I will be updating at my previously usual speed! YAY! Now, I must ask you once again, to refrain from eating or drinking while reading. I have this horrible tendency to be funny...I know...I do try. U_U Well, no, I lie. I don't. :P

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It was dusk outside. Quatre could tell because from where he sat on the floor only little bits of pink and yellow still shone through. He sighed again. Seems like that's all he had been doing for the past hour. It was hard to think of anything without sighing...because everything seemed to lead to Trowa.

'Maybe I should play solitaire...game...board game...Trowa...' Quatre's mind played out the tangent for him. He sighed again. His body was still slumped up against the foot of the bed, his legs outstretched before him. He went to put his hand to his forehead...but his pinky got stuck in his nose briefly.

"GAH!" Quatre shouted and yanked his pinky out. It was, of course, now covered with some slimy boogers. "Ewwww..." Quatre murmured and wiped his hand elegantly on the floor. Then, after looking down, he scooted over a few inches. After all...you never really KNOW what's in that stuff...or...well...you know. It could be alive. HEY! Don't laugh! It COULD BE. O_O

This time, Quatre's hand made it all the way to his forehead unhindered. Life...just didn't seem to be going his way right now. I mean...dude...here he was...sharing a hotel room with the one person that he loved...and well. Now, somehow, they had royally fucked up. Quatre laughed weakly as he thought about how Trowa would have taken that...and then...he sighed as a Chibi-Devil-Trowa-With-A-Fork-Pick jabbed at his heart. A HEATED fork pick...

"Ow! Trowa! Don't DO that..." Quatre said. Then he realized that he had said it out loud and all things considered it was very likely that Trowa had heard him. "He must think I'm nutters..." Quatre mumbled to himself and readjusted his body. He didn't want to stay here on the floor, and he didn't want to get onto the bed. He wasn't sure WHAT he wanted. He could feel his eyes beginning to water...

'No! I'm NOT going to cry! This is as much his fault as it is mine...' Quatre crossed his arms...then realized the full meaning of what he had just thought. He too had been at fault. It wasn't all Trowa's fault...in fact, very little actually rested on the GORGEOUS man in the other room (*Quatre turns and glares...holds up teacup threateningly*). I mean...uh...mildly handsome in a way that I do *not* find attractive...hehehehe...(*Quatre looks suspicious, but at least puts away the teacup*)

Yeah. So, anyways...phew. In the other room, there was another equally hot man...currently name Trowa. But, hey, you better be careful that you don't die around him, this guy has a BAD tendency to take the name and occupation of those who die around him...so, hey, he's Trowa Barton today and Billy Bob Whoopah tomorrow. Well...you know. Anyways, I'm SO getting off topic. But, for good reason! I write HUMOR. HUMOR. I don't like all this sad, doom, gloom stuff. These guys really did SCREW UP. And now, here I am, just your average lowly fanfic writer being forced to relate their sad faces and depressive mannerisms. Anyways. Here we go...another depressed, yet VERY attractive mind you, male:

Trowa sat on the couch. His hands were neatly folded in his lap, and his legs were spread comfortably, but not overly so, on the couch. He was leaning slightly forward and his head was at a slight angle downwards and to the left. His eyes were hard, cold, and reflective like two brilliant reflective hard cold things...like...a mirror! Yeah...and these very pretty green eyes were currently staring at the wall in front of him. Well, not really CURRENTLY as much as STILL. They hadn't shifted since he had sat down on that couch an hour and 41...wait...wait...okay, now it's 42 minutes ago. Yeah, neither had any part of his body. And...considering the way things are going, I don't suspect that he IS going to move any time soon. For all I know he's been hit by some out-of-anime spell...you know, the one in Harry Potter? The Petrified bit? Yeah. He could have been hit by that...it's POSSIBLE! I don't even know if he's BREATHING! He's just...not moving...so! I say that since Quatre is just gonna be sad and Trowa is Petrified, let's go back to Hiro and Wufei! Those guys do fun things...like run into crazy Relena's!

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Unfortunately, my fanfic won't let me get back to Hiro and Wufei until I finish a significant amount about our sad, sad couple. This is crazy...my own fanfic is monopolizing this fanfic! .......wait....ouch. That hurt my head. O_O

Anyways, as we all know, our former happy, sappy little couple is neither happy nor sappy. In fact, they might be split up forever. They could quite easily never get back together and everything they ever had together shall just be a mere memory.

"NO! DON'T SAY THAT!!!!" Quatre wailed out...uh...to the writer of the fanfic. (That's me.) He then coughed self-consciously and sat back again. In the other room, there were signs of life in Trowa (so, scratch that whole Petrified theory) as he raised an eyebrow ever so slightly that you wouldn't even know he had if you hadn't been watching REALLY REALLY closely (like me) because you are SO running out of material here for your fanfic.

Quatre stood up rather suddenly (and vaguely startled this fanfic writer cause she had just come back from Trowa who is not moving again) and his face assumed features that spoke of determination. Or...um...since he's heading for the bathroom, it was probably something else. Ahem. Yeah. Well, I would go back to Trowa to...you know...save Quatre embarrassment, but...well...HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING! I can GARUNTEE THAT!!! So, let's stick with Quatre who is, at least, breathing.

Quatre turned on the light to the bathroom, seeing as it was now NIGHT, but...well...okay, he TRIED to turn on the light. But, it seemed as though the light bulb had finally frizzled out. Quatre sighed (Wow. What. A. Shocker. -_-) and just decided to leave the door open. There was still some minimal light left in the sky, and it wasn't as if Trowa was going to burst in.

'Besides, if he does...he's not going to see anything he hasn't seen before.' Quatre thought, and instantly regretted it for it reminded him of happy days gone past. Had it only been that morning that they had so passionately ---- ---- to each other? Well, things weren't getting any better (although...they were kinda getting worse as more time passed) and Quatre went into the dark(ish) bathroom. Immediately, he slipped on a bit of water that had been splashed there that morning because he and Trowa were -------- in the shower with two or three ------------------. Hit nearly received a concussion as he crashed into the shower. Luckily, the curtain was out and he grabbed it and only gently hit the bottom of the tub. The curtain came down with the Quatre (now THERE'S a phrase you don't say everyday...).

"Phew." Quatre exhaled gratefully. That could have been worse. Suddenly a cold rain of water splashed on his head. One of the curtain loops had gotten stuck on the handle for the water and the setting had still been on shower. Quatre yelped and sprang from the shower cause he's a moron and already forgot that he had slipped on the water outside the tub. So, naturally, he slipped again, only this time he slipped forward.

"GACK!" Quatre exclaimed in the mere seconds he had before his head face planted in the toilet (see boys? That is what happens if you leave the seat up.). Quatre sat up gurgling and spitting. He was so glad that Trowa always flushed...that could have been worse. He now really had to use the bathroom and he tried to get up hurriedly *without* getting up hurriedly in case he slipped again. Great, standing is good. Very good. Quatre fumbled with his pants...dammit! Trowa always HAD been the one who could get his pants off quicker than he could himse-BUT! No time for thinking of *that*. Great, one button down! Now for the zipper...and just yank them down and...........

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"That...just...sucked." Quatre said. He was mere seconds away from getting his pants off and now...well...let's just say that he didn't have to go anymore.

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GAH GAH GAH!!!! NO!! THAT'S SO NOT FAIR!!! I was proven WRONG! Trowa DID move the BASTARD! I mean...uh...the...nice young man. Grrr...PG-13 sucks. :-p Anyway, you might ask what he DID that's got me so worked up? GAH! -_- He got undressed and redressed in his pajamas (pants with the most adorable and chibi-fied of all chibified-Quatres) WHICH MEANS THAT HE WAS SHIRTLESS, POSSIBLY NUDE, WHILE WE WERE WATCHING A GROWN MAN CRAP HIS PANTS~!

(Quatre: YOU WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM!)

(Me: Quatre...trust me. They already knew...)

Anyhow, the once-shirtless-jerk-currently-known-as-Trowa (*sigh*) now sat lying down on the couch. Apparently, all the loud crashing noises and yelling had perked his attention. What the hell could be happening in there with Quatre, I mean, honestly, QUATRE, that could be causing such a raucous? I mean, this was *Quatre*. Quatre isn't exactly the most...well...robust individual. (*Quatre glares and holds up teapot filled with scalding hot tea*) MY GOD. Is this the day-of-controlling-your-fanfic-author?! I WANT MY CONTROL BACK!!! *cries*

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YAY!!! It's BACK!!!! ^_^V

Okay! Now, let's move on. I've wasted enough of your time as it is.

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"Okay. This isn't so bad...all I have to do is find some more underwear." A naked (oooooooooo....hehehehehehehehehehehe...NO! Must....keep.....PG-13....) Quatre said, disposing his clothes in the laundry chute. He had his pajamas, clean ones, but they were covered with the most sickenly CUTE Chibi Trowa's and he REALLY couldn't handle that right now...besides, he didn't have any underwear left. They got their clothes on a day-to-day basis, not complete with extra underwear. And, of course, he had only brought things to keep him occupied on the trip, not things for daily wear, because Duo had said that he would have that taken care of. So...here he was...with only a towel wrapped around his waist, in great need of underwear. Then, he remembered! There was an extra pair of underwear in the living room! Relatively CLEAN underwear! YES! Now...the only thing he had to do is get past Trowa. Okay. Here we go. He can handle this. Yes. Okay. One...two....three!

Quatre walked through the doors, and saw that....well....let's go back a few minutes. Just when Quatre decided that he needed new underwear...so did another male...

**A Tiny Flashback**

'Hmm...I have had the same underwear on for two days now. That's kind of gross. I'll change my underwear then. Where is that extra? Isn't it around here...' Trowa thought, looking around with as minimal body movement as possible. He spotted the pair of boxers, right there, on the chair. He got up slowly, and for a second stood there...remembering how he and Quatre had joked about the boxers. Coming as close to sighing as a Trowa can get (which...really...isn't close at all...like he just breathed in and out normally...O_O)

**Back to when Quatre comes out in a towel**

Both Trowa and Quatre froze. Trowa had only his pajama pants on, and Quatre only a towel. For a second, their gazes grazed each other...and then Quatre dropped his gaze to the floor. He mumbled something about how he'd only be a second, and moved towards the chair. He picked up the boxers and turned to leave. Trowa reacted slowly at first, cause he hadn't fully realized what Quatre's intent had been.

"...!!!!!!!!" Quatre turned around at Trowa's way of shouting a 'hey.'

"Trowa?" Quatre asked timidly. Trowa's eyes flashed with anger...or...did they? It seemed as if more was behind them, but, it seemed like he was hiding them behind the anger.

(That's *my* underewear.) Trowa held out his hand for it. Quatre swallowed, a little nervous, and tried to keep anger in his eyes. He didn't want to fight again with Trowa so soon. He NEEDED this underwear. Trowa already HAD underwear on! He remembered that yes, this WAS Trowa's underwear that he hadn't used...but...well...it might as WELL be Quatre's! Seeing as they were datin-oh....right...umm...well...er....the point still stands that QUATRE needed the underwear and TROWA didn't. So, Quatre said the only thing he could in such a situation:

"No it's not."

(Yes it is.)

"No, it's NOT."

(YES, it IS.)

"NOIT'SNOT!"

(YESITIS!!)

Trowa and Quatre were now standing in almost identical ways. Both had their feet slightly apart and their hands on their hips, and both were frowning with rightful indignation. Trowa glared, although, it should be noted that his glare seemed to be lacking in potency. Quatre glared back, and it was even WORSE than usual. I swear...you'd almost think he was SMILING at Trowa.

(Give me back my underwear.)

"It's NOT YOURS!"

(Yes it IS!!)

"No it's NO!"

(Yes it IS!)

"Yes it IS!!!"

(NO IT IS NOT!!!) Quatre smirked. Trowa frowned. (Wait....)

"See? I told you. It's MY underwear."

(That was SUCH a cheap shot!)

"So? I have NO OTHER UNDERWEAR. I NEED this pair of underwear."

(And I don't?)

"NO! You said yourself that it's not your underwear!"

(WHA! BUT BUT BUT!!...so?) Trowa said, and he glanced from side to side and sulked. Quatre giggled, and Trowa very nearly smiled in his own way, when suddenly the couple both realized that they weren't acting angry around each other! Dammit! Both men suddenly stood taller and narrowed their eyes at each other. His voice as cold and emotionless as possible, Quatre spoke.

"Goodnight, Trowa." And he turned to leave. His heart was pounding against his chest, and he could feel tears pricking at his eyes, but there was NO WAY he was going to let Trowa think that he was weak. He didn't always have to be the one who caved! He knew how to stay angry too! His hand reached for the handle, but stopped as a voice rang out.

"Wait." And the clock registered the time as 12:01. It was a new day.

"Yes?" Quatre asked, his voice a little shaky. He turned around a bit to find that Trowa was directly behind him. Trowa looked as if he was close to breaking right there. His muscles were tense, and his Adam's apple moved up and down slightly as he swallowed almost convulsively.

"It was my fault. I'm sorry. Please...forgive me." Trowa said, his eyes as soft as melted butter. Quatre's eyes finally did water. "You mean more to me than anything in this world Quatre. I never meant to do anything to hurt you. If I really...upset you, please just send me away. I only want you happy." Trowa kept his hands firmly by his side and his face away from Quatre's.

"TROWA!" Quatre shouted and threw his arms around Trowa, and kissed him passionately. Trowa froze up at first, but then his arms too came around to encircle Quatre. "I'm sorry! It was my fault too! I love you!" Quatre sobbed out, and Trowa gave a real smile, a smile that spoke volumes. It was innocent, and pure...and yet had depths. Quatre smiled back in answer, his eyes shining with salt water and love. Then, Trowa's smile changed...it became more of a smirk. And Quatre blinked a bit...until Trowa's eyes flitted down Quatre's body, pressed to his own, and back up to Quatre's eyes, where he lifted his eyebrows once...suggestively. Frowning, Quatre looked down...his towel was on the floor...which meant...

Ahem. Well. Okay. That's something you don't see everyday. I didn't think that QUATRE would be the one to jump TROWA...but...well...unexpected things happen.

YAY!!! My happy, lovey-dovey, couple is back together! That wasn't a very long fight...oh well. I guess these things don't last long...ne?

YAY! My fanfic says that it's okay to go back to Hiro and Wufei!!! WHOOHOO!...and...of couse, it says this when the fic is already at 7 pages. -_- Grr.

Well, I'm afraid I'll just have to go to something shorter...

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"Yuu!!"

"WAAAH! GEEZUS KRAIGHST DUO!! Do NOT do that!" Yuu shouted back into her cell phone, which had suddenly rang at 12:07am.

"Sorry...but but but!! GUESS WHAT?!" Duo asked eagerly. Yuu, still VERY sleepy, looked up and thought how she would KILL Duo right now if she didn't love him more than her own life.

"You won the lottery and decided to spend all the money on a shopping spree with me?"

"That was last week."

"DUO!"

"Okay, so it WASN'T...but...well...I DID find that five dollars!"

"Duo..." Yuu growled into the phone.

"OH! Right! The happy thing I wanted to tell you! THEY MADE UP!!! It was SO CUTE!! Trowa apologized and then...uhhh...well...honestly, Quatre ***** Trowa's ******* and they **************************** for a whole ************* with no less than **** **************!!!"

"Duo."

"Uh-huh?" Duo asked eagerly.

"You are a sick, sick young man."

"You know it." Yuu could practically HEAR the wink. She rolled her eyes. "Speaking of which...hehehehe...wanna come over?"

"DUO!"

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And there we go. The long awaited chapter of Yaruki. Sadly, not much humor in this chapter...because it's already 8 pages long. BUT! Not to worry! Our funny funny couple is coming up in the next chapter!!! And....well...it will be amusing in more than one way. YAOI TIME!!!! WHOOOOHOOOOOO!!! ^_^V